The hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova The real hip hop is ova The hip hop is ova here
Blaow, blaow, blaow, blaow, 'em out, clear 'em out, word
Yo, Nelly, you ain't fo' real and you ain't Your whole style sounds a N'Sync commercial Ignoramus, I'm the baddest with the mic Challengin' the God of rap is madness, I'll snatch status With this ugly lookin' billboard, you could them But I got albums to make my own top ten
You like the spread of traffic You my style off the radio So when you speak you bet I hear the You better chill out like, Chuck, I kick like three, One of my sixteen bar rhymes is of your choruses Of course it is ridiculous, watch out, I begin to curve Gotcha, on your and knees Ain't it about time for some emcees?
The hip hop is ova here The real hip hop is ova The hip hop is ova here The hip hop is ova here
Uh, we on a hunt you see me comin', I don't front, I fight People say I'm contradictin' cause I'm all about To say the least, with a history It ain't no mystery, these rappers get with me My people see that, all they hear is stop hittin' me, huh beatin' me, Chris, you want to help my career, Nelly? Well, you can help if you exist, huh
I think it's 'bout time we stop these pop Fuck these pop rappers, hip hop matter to me Does it matter to My crew If it does, you what the hell to do Throw your in the air, pump it like, yeah Let these bitch ass know we in here Go to the shows, huh, boo 'em off Tell 'em KRS you they at the end of they days
Let me tell you, give hip hop a lift And don't buy Nelly's album on June fifth That'll send a back to all 'em sellouts House rapper, your bottom done fell out You don't know how I you I wasn't talkin' about you then But I'm talkin' you now Blaow, one to the knees, blaow, one right through St. Louis don't like you